My Own Best Friend

Round 5 has left a bitter taste in my mouth. It's left me tired, weak, and really crabby. 

There is this spoiled brat kid in me that keeps saying, "I don't wanna do this anymore!!!"

And then there's the asshole in me that says I should be able to take this in stride...to keep on like nothing's different. Get it done. Quit being a wuss.

But then I am asked what I would say to my best friend if they were going through this nightmare.

I would tell them to listen to their body, rest when it tells them to rest. I would tell them to cut themselves some slack, as this is probably the biggest thing they have ever faced. I would tell them they are doing a kick ass job at kicking cancer's ass. I would tell them not to worry about the fucking laundry.

Today I have to get used to having, and listening to, a new best friend.

Me.